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Part three. HP/DM. Rated R for language and other things. Harry's reminiscing, and the conversation Hermione mentioned.
Thanx.
Payback
By: WhyteRoze28
Chapter 5
Harry Potter sat in Potions class, wondering where Draco had gone. He couldn't concentrate, wondering what Snape had said to the blonde. He had been slightly reassured however by the smile Draco had given him on his way out.
It was still strange thinking about Draco Malfoy in that way. He had been stunned when Malfoy had cornered him in the halls.
Hearing about Lucius Malfoy's execution had made him think of all the people he had lost. He hadn't wanted to submit anyone to that kind of experience, especially not Draco.
He had been feeling differently towards Draco since he had gone home this summer. It had been gradual, but he had realized after the first week that he felt sorry for him. Not in a pitying sort of way, but the way he would feel towards Ron or Hermione after the loss of a family member.
It had struck him at the time that this was Draco Malfoy he was thinking about, and he had wondered where all the hatred had gone. But then he realized that what Hermione had been saying was true. They needed to start giving up these petty rivalries, and making friends with the Slytherins.
But then, he had had the dream. And that had been when he realized that his feelings for Malfoy had gone way beyond friendship.
"Well, Potter," Malfoy had drawled, "finally come to your senses, have you? Seen what a wonderful ally I'd make?"
Harry had been thunderstruck by the fact that, in his dream, Malfoy had been completely naked. He'd never in his life considered the fact that he would be thinking about the blonde in that way. But then an inner voice had spoken up; reminding him that he'd thought Cedric Diggory had been handsome too.
He moved towards Draco, staring, and heard his own voice, made harsh by some unknown emotion. "Draco, I've seen something wonderful about you all right. But it has nothing to do with the kind of alliance you're talking about."
Draco had stared at him, stunned by the look in his eyes, and he might have bolted, but Harry reached him before he could move. Grabbing the back of the blonde's neck, Harry had pulled him in for a kiss.
Feeling Draco gasp, he had taken the opportunity to deepen it, sending his tongue into Draco's mouth, and he was rewarded by a throaty moan from the other boy. He felt Draco move against him, and it had been exquisite.
Sliding his hand downward, he had grasped Draco's erection, stroking it gently, then more forcefully, urging the beautiful Slytherin towards completion. Draco had shouted his name, and then faded, leaving Harry stunned at the thought of what he had just done.
Harry frowned, remembering the morning after. Dudley bursting into his room to wake him up, and catching sight of his ruined sheets. The fat pig had made a smart-aleck comment, remembering Harry's nightmares the summer before about Cedric.
Harry, of course had risen to the challenge, given that he was no longer afraid of what the Dursleys would do to him. Aunt Petunia had been adamant this year, saying that Harry wasn't to leave Privet Drive unless in the care of his kind (she still couldn't say witches or wizards), and forcing Uncle Vernon to be a bit more lenient with him.
Harry still wasn't sure how she had pulled off that trick, but he was grateful.
Then, when he had gotten to Hogwarts, and seen the subject of his erotic dream, Harry had blushed even redder than a Weasley. He wondered if Malfoy had been thinking about him, and had started when Draco had given him a calculating stare, instead of the hate-filled glare that he'd been expecting.
Hermione had noticed the exchange, and had asked if he was all right. Harry had hurriedly reassured her, but after a couple of months with her constantly trying to figure out what was wrong, he had finally cracked.
"Harry, what is it?" Hermione had asked, as he sat her and Ron down in the Library. It wasn't the most private place, but he had felt sure that he could hear or see anyone spying on them.
"I want you guys to hear me out. And please, this is hard enough for me to say, so, don't say anything until I'm done.
He'd begun by telling them about his feeling sorry for Malfoy. Hermione had nodded, like she understood, but Ron had looked ready to jump up and leave the table. Only Hermione's hand on his arm had held him back.
Then he had told them about his dream. Not the details of course, but enough for them to know that it had been sexual. Ron's face had gone pale, and he had almost fainted. But again, Hermione had only nodded. It had seemed strange that this didn't bother her.
"Well, Harry, honestly," Ron had gasped, furious, "You're having wet dreams about Malfoy? MALFOY?!"
"Oh, Ron, shut up!" Hermione had snapped. "Harry, I'm not sure what to say. I had a feeling about this... ever since that day last year when Malfoy said that he'd get even with you for putting Lucius in prison. He didn't seem as broken up about it as he should have."
Harry stared at her. "You noticed that too?" he'd asked.
"Of course. But then, I also caught you blushing when you saw him on the train this year. And a few other times too. I was wondering if I was just reading things into the situation that weren't there, but... I see now that I wasn't."
Ron, of course, was still trying to get his mind around the fact that Harry had been dreaming about Malfoy.
Finally, Harry had told them that it was his situation to deal with, and that if he needed anyone to discuss it with, Hermione would be the first one he went to.
Even though this had only been a few weeks ago, Harry felt like it had been a lifetime. Ron was finally starting to accept the fact that Harry and Draco were an item, and Hermione had thrown her full support their way. Even Ginny Weasley and Blaise Zabini were okay with it. They hadn't told anyone else, for fear of it getting back to someone that the most probable future Death-Eater was sleeping with The-Boy-Who-Lived.
As soon as Potions was over, Harry raced down the hallway, looking for Draco. He finally spotted him, coming out of the hallway leading to Dumbledore's office.
"Draco, are you all right?" he asked, taking in the crestfallen expression on the blonde's face, and the tears that were threatening to fall from those silvery gray eyes.
Draco looked up at him, and shook his head. "He's escaped," he stated, hollowly. "My father's alive, and no one knows where he is."